大段自言自语似的独白，带着北美印第安人音乐味道的旋律给人一种凄美的感觉，比利时歌手Viktor Lazlo性感的声音，浪漫的极致，无需爱的语言，让人听后不禁潸然泪下
Stories-- Viktor Lazlo
I remember quite clearly now when the story happened
The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground
Recovering the lake where we used to swim like children
On the sun would dare to shine
That time we used to be happy
Well, I thought we were
But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me
Not daring to tell me
On that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious
You said "Our story was ending"
Now I'm standing here
No one to wipe away my tears
No one to keep me warm
And no one to walk along with
No one to make me feel
No one to make me whole
Oh! What am I to do?
I'm standing here alone
It doesn't seem so clear to me
What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of mine
Oh! What am I to do?
Or how should I react?
Oh! Tell me please
The rain was killing the last days of summer
You had been killing my last breath of love
Since a long time ago
I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story
You took it all away from me
And there I stand
I knew I was gonna be the one left behind
But still I'm watching the lake vaguely conscious
And I know ........
My life is ending